"Am I hallucinating?" a guy muttered, rubbing his eyes. "That's not human speed."
He'd never seen anyone run like that. Lillian seemed to be throwing the race but dragging it out.
The coach hit the timer. "Three minutes and fifteen seconds! Lillian, you aced it!"
"Aced it? I just want a pass," Lillian groaned, flopping to the ground.
Farrah freaked. "Lillian, you okay? Don't scare me."
Juan was unimpressed by the theatrics. "Marion's stellar daughter."
He turned and walked into the building. Ben knew he was ticked because Lillian couldn't even nail a simple pacing job.
In the infirmary, the doctor had gone to grab glucose, leaving Lillian and Solomon alone.
Solomon smacked her arm. "Cut the act. Get up."
Lillian cracked one eye and bolted upright. "How did I do? Convincing?"
"You kidding?" Solomon groaned.
If her test run hit the internet, it'd be meme city. Anyone could tell she was sandbagging.
A few seconds faster, and she'd have smashed the school record.
"Uncle Juan, Lillian's just slow on this stuff. I'll look out for her," Solomon said.
"Can you guard her forever?" Juan snorted. "Move."
His presence was commanding. Lillian grabbed Solomon's sleeve. "Don't move. No way."
Solomon yanked his hand free. "I'll teach her right. And who says I can't protect her forever?"
Juan studied his expression. The kid was raw but had guts.
"Stay after school. Prove you can handle it. If you can't protect Lillian, you zip it when I'm disciplining her," Juan said, then left the infirmary.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right